One of my best friends killed himself almost a year ago. I posted about it on here:
So my friend Cason...there are lots of unanswered questions, things that we will never know. The police don't suspect foul play, but he was found in a part of town that he would have no reason to be in (it's nice, but we don't know anyone there). There was nothing in his wallet - everything had been taken out. They hinted at a possible accidental overdose, but will only speak to the next of kin. Meanwhile, he and my other two friends were due to move out of this house tomorrow. The other two guys are on their way to Texas, while Cason had gotten a job in Santa Barbara. So I've had to go over the past couple of days and pack up Cason's stuff, storing it at my house until his family will come and get it. Packing it up was just brutal. He'd been acting odd, been depressed, but one of his brothers had died in December. We tried to get him to talk about it, but he never would. That and a lot of other stuff just doesn't add up. And I guess it never will. I've been depressed before, rather severely, so I can understand what it's like. But he never even hinted at suicide. Just sucks, really bad.
Later, I found out he did it by consuming antifreeze (with subsequent organ failure), an extremely painful way to go. He did it in a wooded patch between a Holiday Inn Express (insert morbid joke here) and a for-profit university. Just bizarre. Also turned out his brother was alive and well and there likely was no job in Santa Barbara. He also told a close female friend that he thought he was developing schizophrenia. What a mess. I still haven't deleted his number from my phone, kinda foolish of me.
Also, I gave all the other stuff of his that I thought his family wouldn't want to a neighbor who talked and talked about how much she loved Cason and we agreed that Cason would really want it to go to a local women's shelter's thrift store. She agreed to take it, said it was the least she could do. The next week I happened to drive by and the woman was selling it in a yard sale. A pretty ugly scene ensued.
Also, my uncle tried to kill himself, wound up severing his spinal cord.
So anyway, yeah, suicide sucks, obviously. It may end the person's perceived short-term problems, but really hurts those left behind